After Tumbling

Jack went mad, eating jelly with his hands
while Jill got into knitting.
Their matching chairs had matching wears
from years of non-stop sitting.

A broken back and punctured lung
had stopped them in their teens.
Their youth, a list of wish-we-coulds
and staring into screens.

Now their skin is paper-thin
and dripping from their cheekbones.
But every day they carry pales of water
round their care homes.